Cradle of Deceit

Pacing down a string of deceit
Strings that conceal attachments
I wonder how tangled I weave
Sunken deep in this resentment
Live here but do not breathe
Walk in legs superfluous
Despair is beneath your feet
Edified with unceasing bruise
A lucid jagged thread
A cage without walls or rails
Echoes of things said
Bellow with the drunken wails
Haunting in this spaces, the past
To fall back in skulking darkness
Is to fall in void so vast
Vast linkage of madness
Proportions and distortions
Fraudulent web of spider
Architectural perfection
A trap. A home for slaughter.

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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